Brown glass is not my favourite. I like green glass, and even blue. But brown, not that much. At least that lame shade of brown straight from the 70's. Dark brown could be a whole different thing.

These bowls are dear to me though. They used to belong to my grandfather, and we ate our evening yogurt from them in a kitchen that had strawberry patterned curtains and red cupboard doors. Whenever we visited, we had to bring more chairs to the kitchen table and there just weren't enough mugs for everyone. That house had an one-of-a-kind atmosphere, and it feels weird to think that our grandpa who used to wave at the doorstep doesn't exist anymore, and someone else is living in the house now. These bowls are in our cupboard now, because my boyfriend loves brown glass. I've hid his other brown glass things on top of a cupboard, but these I like to see around.